Como Todas - Julio Sosa, Orquesta de Leopoldo Federico

¡Óigale a la moza!

¿Yorás porque el gaucho

Se fue pa’los pagos de ande no se güelve

Y has quedado solita como oveja guacha

Que no tiene un perro que por ella vele?

No siento tu pena, que ha de ser fingida

Siento las del gaucho que se jué pa’siempre

Si se le hizo cierto que vos lo querías

Y que en tus pupilas iba él sólo a verse

Porque si jué ansina, cuando hasta su fosa

De tus risas locas los ecos le lleguen

Sentirá que el yelo de tu olvido infame

Más frío es que el yelo de la mesma muerte

Y sepa por boca de alguna luz mala

Que ya andás buscando que alguien te consuele

Pa' tenerlo’e Cristo como a él lo has tenido

Haciendo lo que hacen tuitas las mujeres…

Y al verse dentro’el hoyo, maniao y sin daga

Sin poder yamarte y anhelando al pepe

La luz de unos ojos pa’sus ojos ciegos

Y el calor de un seno pa’su helada frente

Sentirá la rabia, desatada y loca

Del bagual arisco sujeto al palenque

Cuando las cacharpas le aprietan el lomo

Y ni la manea, ni el bozal se ruempen

¡Óigale a la moza!, ¿Yoras porque el gaucho

Se fue pa’los pagos de ande no se güelve

Y has quedado solita, como oveja guacha

Que no tiene un perro que por ella vele?

No tengo, a tu pena, ni un poquito’e lástima

Siento las del pobre que se fue pa’siempre

Porque sé lo triste que es hallarse solo

Cuando se ha querido, como el gaucho quiere

Listen to the girl!

Yoras because the gaucho

He left for the payments from where he does not return

And you've been left alone like a sheep

Doesn't she have a dog to watch over her?

I don't feel your pain, that it has to be faked

I feel the feelings of the gaucho who played forever

If it was true that you wanted it

And that in your pupils he would only see himself

Because if I played anxious, when even his grave

From your crazy laughter the echoes reach him

He will feel that the blindness of your infamous oblivion

Colder is than the veil of death itself

And know by the mouth of some bad light

That you are already looking for someone to comfort you

To have Christ as you have had him

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And when he saw himself inside the hole, maniao and without a dagger

Without being able to love you and longing for Pepe

The light of some eyes for their blind eyes

And the heat of a breast for her icy forehead

Will feel the rage, unleashed and mad

From the surly bagual subject to the palenque

When the cacharpas squeeze his back

And neither the manea, nor the muzzle break

Listen to the girl! Are you praying because the gaucho

He left for the payments from where he does not return

And you're left alone, like a guacha sheep

Doesn't she have a dog to watch over her?

I do not have, to your sorrow, not a little bit of pity

I feel the feelings of the poor man who left forever

Cause I know how sad it is to be alone

When he has loved himself, as the gaucho wants